My favorite part was walking in the bathroom, you fixing yourself in the mirror, calling your reflection a fag, then throwing a haymaker into the paper towel dispenser before going back out to the bar.
I've gone to the bathroom 3 times. And forgot to pee. 3 times. Let's say we call it a night, I need to be found. I see a fish tank by the bar and some stairs.
I'm playing a game where i judge myself by whats in my cart. Also have 3 bright red giant buckets
proof that my night is going well: I can still open doors
I am so hung over a medically induced coma is beginning to sound appealing.
Everybody in the immediate area is hooking up like it's doomsday
WHY AM I NOT THERE?
she visited to give me a bj between clients. Social work at its finest.
Cooked breakfast with his mom this morning...I'm like the housewife of one night stands
I am taking a candle lit bath, blasting some tupac and smoking a fat bowl. This is how every night should end. Did you go take a piss in his car yet?
When I am this hungover I become increasingly grateful for having my own private office
eh, I feel I'm heading for a breakdown and I need to get it out of the way before I start writing that lab report.
My hand smells like rave and peanut butter.
That's why i need nudes. Plutonic nudes.
This woman at the blackjack table is sitting on a pile of newspaper so she can pee at her seat and never miss a hand.
How was it?
Incredible. Everyone in the world should be having the kind of sex I've been having.
He should write a pamphlet or something...
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